Quotes About Experience

Replace the old memory with a potentially crappier new one? No thank you.

People make mistakes.

El dolor psíquico experimentado por las poblaciones subordinadas debe ser tratado como ideología, no como un conocimiento anterior a la caída de Adán y Eva o como una teoría social comprensiva condensada... Pensar otra cosa implica afirmar que el dolor es meramente banal, una historia que ya siempre se ha contado.

My first big job was an Abercrombie &ampFitch campaign. But my mom wouldn't let me skip school for it, so I missed half of the shoot. When we got there, we realized Bruce Weber was the photographer we knew we had made a mistake!

Pretty young for a waiter, aren't you?" "I'm older than I look," Clancy assured her. "You better be because you look about nine." Clancy decided he did not like this woman.

Music was alchemy. Music was sex. When it was right, when everything fit together just perfectly, it was better than any feeling he'd ever experienced.

Young? Yes. He probably had wrenches older than she was.

May I ask you a personal question?" "Of course," his father said. "Though if it's how to manage a woman like Rowan, I have no advice. You've met your mother. Women like them do whatever they like and men like us hold on and enjoy the ride." Goddess wasn't that the truth.

I can often be found in an art museum. Mostly I like being in a museum because I find visual art both absorbing and disorienting. I don't know very much about painting. I have taken exactly one art history course, and I can't draw a credible stick figure. I like being in a space where my senses are stimulated, indeed swamped, and where I don't know enough to think my way out of the experience.

It's not all about mountaintops. Mostly it's about training so that you'll know the mountaintop for what it is when you get there.

We have to be able to grow up. Our wrinkles are our medals of the passage of life. They are what we have been through and who we want to be.

I want to be a wise woman

The point of life is not to be a young girl forever, unless you're particularly vapid and stupid... There ain't nothing happening on a roll of white paper

I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on. --Robert Browning

We all mess up. It's what we learn from our mistakes that matters.

It's what you feel, and guess what? Feelings are like three-year-olds. They're not rational. They're just there.

It was almost pleasant, in a life-sucks-but-at-least-there's-good-music sort of way.

It seemed like a lifetime ago.

I've been thinking back to when I was younger, before I had a clue about benzos or purple drank or even weed. I was so innocent. I wish I could go back and be that dumbshit kid again, naïve and full of hope.

I've learned to get really good at this - say one thing when I'm thinking about something else, act like I'm listening when I'm not, pretend to be calm and happy when I'm really freaking out. It's one of the skills you perfect as you get older

In illness, the world went wonderfully warped, high temperatures turning your pillow to a dune of snow and bringing the night sky, with its daisy-sized stars, so close to your bed you could touch it, and taste the moon.

But what happens if such a patient, say myself, for instance, has rarely if ever experienced a normal state of functioning? What happens if such a patient has spent much of her life in mental hospitals, both pursuing and being pursued by one's illness after another? What happens if "regular life" to such a person has always meant cutting one's arms, or gagging?

If this is the case, then the "normal state" Prozac ushers in is an experience in the surreal, Dali's dripping clock, a disorientation so deep and sweet you spin. Thus Prozac, make no mistake about it, blissed me out and freaked me out and later on, when the full force of health hit me, sometimes stunned me with grief.

Like so much in life, being a mother is entirely undramatic, filled with small pleasures and multiple inconveniences that only over weeks and months leave marks of any significance. You look back and say, "I know things I did not know before. I love like I did not love before, but how, or when, this happened, is really all a mystery, steps in smoke.